…colder of full path, but does it change anything, of you, is it easier alone to move. Then comes the emptyness, if you like it, everything is fine, otherwise its all the same beat, like if, your head is like a broken glass, it doesnt matter, what kind of music, is the walch.…

…See the skies hanging low Up upon walls the crumbling voice You ask yourself what is this time And what's the meaning of being? You ask yourself what is this time And what's the meaning of being? Follow the river at…

…TO SEE YOU TONIGHT, IT CAN BE OUT OWN DELIGHT, YOU ARE ALWEYS ON LAGOON MOOD, LIKE YOU HAVE SEEN A FULL MOON, I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY,YOU DONT LISTEN ANYWAY, LIKE FOR YOU IT IS JUST A GAME, THROUGHT FOR YOU IT HAS…

…thoughts My Life always seems to be Full of chaos Why can't I be me? Night will come Loneliness makes me weak I still lay in my bed Weeping and crying again How things have gone so bad again? I don't understand My end is…

…tease you, I have no time, there is always somebody new, its easy to choose, you have place to move,you all want to see the sorrow, it lifts your own world, you have something to talk of. You all have the risky work…

…shame burns him. At last he understands. He heads back to his homeland. He rides fast like a storm wind But the flames in the horizon, Tell there is only death to be found. By the smoking ruins of his past life. He raises his hand to the skies, "Oh god of thunder, God of my fathers, Strike me down for what I've done!"…

…past houses, farms & fields Passin′ graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles Good mornin' America, how are you? Don't you know me? I′m your native son! I′m the…

…tired of it. You have already 25 kids aound you, 'one schooli is full of your kids, they have same parents, l ike during the winter wars, everything is just nice and happy, I have been living in different cities, this is my hometown, small and still easy, its for the kid, now all my age liive in bigger cities.…

…I'm drained but aching for more And the devil inside is reading The words of the saddest poem To be engraved on the stone on my grave I'd kill to share your pain (and carry the shame) And sell my soul for you just to…